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RECREATION. 



kind people goodby. I remained a few 

 days at Port Angeles, rowing, fishing and 

 sailing, and met many genial and hospit- 

 able town folks, whose kind words and 

 gracious deeds are lovingly cherished. 

 I was there but a few weeks, yet I re- 



turned robust, glowing with health, hard as 

 nails and weighing 168 pounds. I have 

 enjoyed the best of health ever since, 

 though I have learned to take a 3 weeks' 

 trip up the lakes each August to keep my- 

 self in good condition. 



SPRING VOICES. 



A. M ELRATH. 



Winter's frost-bound blast has softened ; 



Snow and ice have left the lane ; 

 Brooks are full to overflowing 



With the residue of rain. 



Earth is warming in the sunshine, 



Old year's grass is drying out, 

 Oft is borne on hazy azure 



Brownie mallard's hearty shout. 



From the knoll in last year's mowing, 

 'Mong the members of his flock, 



'Cross the slough and mouldy fallow 

 Booms the gallant prairie cock; 



And from posts of lofty vantage 

 On the fence's topmost rail, 



'Cross the field of last year's stubble 

 Pips the meadow lark and quail. 



Gentle voices of the springtime, 

 You allure me from my work, 



Telling of what compensation 

 Yon can give an office clerk. 



Then away with trade and barter ! 



Worry, take thyself away ! 

 For I love my mother, Nature, 



And I'll visit her to-day. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY DR. 3N0W. 



DID YOU STEAL MY BREAKFAST? 

 Made with Premo Camera. 



